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THE REMAINS OF LOVE

Intended as a careful meditation on love, it’s mostly a somber and drowsy one.

Two siblings ponder radical changes to their lives—emphasis on the pondering—in the face of their mother’s imminent passing.

Shalev’s latest novel (Thera, 2010, etc.) alternates among three perspectives of a Jewish family in Jerusalem. Hemda, at death’s door, recalls her upbringing on a kibbutz and heavy-handed treatment by her father in dreamlike prose. She receives regular visits by her son and daughter, but the two have issues of their own. Avner is a lawyer who defends people on the wrong side of the Israeli bureaucracy, which is to say he often loses, and he’s increasingly wounded by his harridan wife. Dina, meanwhile, is in her mid-40s and dealing with a difficult tween daughter, yet she’s hoping to adopt a son—much to the unhappiness of her husband, who’d anticipated a quiet middle age. Avner is thunderstruck by the woman caring for the dying man in the bed next to his mother’s, which leads to a series of misadventures as he tries to locate her. There, and in Dina’s mournful paging through adoption websites, Shalev explores how we express affection and how we discover new reserves of it when all seems lost. Credit Shalev for not making a bluntly sentimental novel out of such themes. But it’s an overlong and overwritten one, built on run-on sentences that moodily bear Avner’s and Dina’s emotions like slow-moving, sludgy rivers. Somewhat lost amid the siblings’ crises is Hemda, who opens the novel with some potent observations about kibbutz life and the urge to please a parent, and her fuzzy state of consciousness seems to justify Shalev’s woolly prose. But as Hemda becomes a mere plot device and symbol of how life goes on, that power dissipates.

Intended as a careful meditation on love, it’s mostly a somber and drowsy one.

Pub Date: Dec. 10, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-60819-954-9

Page Count: 432

Publisher: Bloomsbury

Review Posted Online: Sept. 25, 2013

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2013

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THE HANDMAID'S TALE

Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.

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The time is the not-so-distant future, when the US's spiraling social freedoms have finally called down a reaction, an Iranian-style repressive "monotheocracy" calling itself the Republic of Gilead—a Bible-thumping, racist, capital-punishing, and misogynistic rule that would do away with pleasure altogether were it not for one thing: that the Gileadan women, pure and true (as opposed to all the nonbelieving women, those who've ever been adulterous or married more than once), are found rarely fertile.

Thus are drafted a whole class of "handmaids," whose function is to bear the children of the elite, to be fecund or else (else being certain death, sent out to be toxic-waste removers on outlying islands). The narrative frame for Atwood's dystopian vision is the hopeless private testimony of one of these surrogate mothers, Offred ("of" plus the name of her male protector). Lying cradled by the body of the barren wife, being meanwhile serviced by the husband, Offred's "ceremony" must be successful—if she does not want to join the ranks of the other disappeared (which include her mother, her husband—dead—and small daughter, all taken away during the years of revolt). One Of her only human conduits is a gradually developing affair with her master's chauffeur—something that's balanced more than offset, though, by the master's hypocritically un-Puritan use of her as a kind of B-girl at private parties held by the ruling men in a spirit of nostalgia and lust. This latter relationship, edging into real need (the master's), is very effectively done; it highlights the handmaid's (read Everywoman's) eternal exploitation, profane or sacred ("We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices"). Atwood, to her credit, creates a chillingly specific, imaginable night-mare. The book is short on characterization—this is Atwood, never a warm writer, at her steeliest—and long on cynicism—it's got none of the human credibility of a work such as Walker Percy's Love In The Ruins. But the scariness is visceral, a world that's like a dangerous and even fatal grid, an electrified fence.

Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.

Pub Date: Feb. 17, 1985

ISBN: 038549081X

Page Count: -

Publisher: Houghton Mifflin

Review Posted Online: Sept. 16, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 1985

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THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS

These letters from some important executive Down Below, to one of the junior devils here on earth, whose job is to corrupt mortals, are witty and written in a breezy style seldom found in religious literature. The author quotes Luther, who said: "The best way to drive out the devil, if he will not yield to texts of Scripture, is to jeer and flout him, for he cannot bear scorn." This the author does most successfully, for by presenting some of our modern and not-so-modern beliefs as emanating from the devil's headquarters, he succeeds in making his reader feel like an ass for ever having believed in such ideas. This kind of presentation gives the author a tremendous advantage over the reader, however, for the more timid reader may feel a sense of guilt after putting down this book. It is a clever book, and for the clever reader, rather than the too-earnest soul.

Pub Date: Jan. 1, 1942

ISBN: 0060652934

Page Count: 53

Publisher: Macmillan

Review Posted Online: Oct. 17, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1943

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